Why had she done that? Why had she tricked him into looking at her? She was a churning sea of emotions this evening, seemingly unable to navigate herself safely through them.
The night had been a disaster. At first all of the guys, each and every one of them, had clearly taken notice of her. She could feel her friends cringe as they each realized they were coming in a distant second to her, or worse. Then it all fell apart.
Amy had tried to flirt, and to make herself clearly available. She even tried starting conversations herself a few times, instead of passively letting them make all of the opening moves. Maybe that was her mistake. Maybe she came across as desperate this time.
Amy tossed the earring onto the dresser with a tinny clatter. She was so damned horny she was going to burst. It had been a half a year since she’d been with a guy, a whole half a year. The harder she’d tried tonight, the more obvious it became that she was going home alone again. She didn’t have to have the cutest one. She would have taken any one of those guys and given them the night of their lives, if they’d just talked to her for more than a few minutes.
But no, it only took about thirty minutes for them to pair up with each of her friends, until she was left sitting there, on the outside, listening to them talk, the only person in a crowded bar that was alone with a half a dozen friends beside her.
Something had to change.
Amy felt emboldened. Maybe it was the drinks that the guys kindly and needlessly kept buying for her. Maybe it was all of the frustration. Maybe it was the fact that she was just feeling hornier than she had ever felt in her life, as if she were a bitch in heat.
Fine, she thought, feeling a little angry at all men in general. She could be a bitch in heat. Watch her.
* * *
As Dan stepped out of the kitchen, he saw Amy standing by the window. He’d thought she’d go throw a robe on, or something, but she was still wonderfully naked. At least she’d had the decency to leave the lights off.
Dan tried to act as uninhibited as she was, trying to ignore the painfully obvious. He stood beside her, looking out the window at the city skyline.
“Rough night?” he asked kindly.
“Guys suck,” she said.
“Not all guys. Not me.”
She looked sideways at him, expressionless, before turning to face him. He turned with her. Dan fought the urge, once again, to let his eyes fall lower to enjoy her body. He held her gaze solemnly, instead.
They stood there in silence for a while, brother and sister, facing each other. Eventually, she let her gaze fall to his chest, where she let one finger slowly trace the curve of the collar of his t-shirt. She didn’t touch him, just the cloth of his collar, and even that very gently.
“You owe me,” she said, looking into his chest with a distant expression.
“Owe you what?”
“I told you before. You said if I came home alone, you’d have to show me what I was missing.”
Dan shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She seemed so sad tonight. It was unusual. Something was very wrong. He knew he had to tread lightly.
“I didn’t say it, you did,” he answered, trying to sound firm without being cruel. “I didn’t promise anything. You said I had to promise, but I didn’t.”
“You said I was hot enough,” she stated matter-of-factly, still staring into his chest.
“You are. Maybe too hot.”
She looked up into his eyes. He froze as she tipped her head up, keeping her eyes on his. She raised herself up on her toes, to bring her lips to within a hair’s breadth of his. Once there she closed her eyes. She held herself there for a long while, utterly still, almost but not quite kissing him. After a time, eyes still closed, she dropped away.
Dan felt a slight pang of disappointment as she withdrew.
“If you were another guy, that kiss would have been gentle. It would have been just enough to let you know that I wanted you to push things further. And just in case, I would have pressed my tits into you, so you could feel my body, feel my needs, clearly.”
With that, she eased her body closer to his, looking down at her own nipples. Dan found his eyes compulsively drawn there as well. Once set, he couldn’t take his eyes away. He felt his pulse pounding as Amy moved her erect nipples to stop just short of touching the fabric of his shirt. She moved them, ever so slowly, left and right, as if they were brushing his ribs, but not.
Dan realized with a start that she was looking into his eyes, while he was staring at her chest. He jerked his eyes back to hers. She wore a small, sly, tight-lipped smile.
“This isn’t fair. You’re overdressed,” she said teasingly. Her tone was even, but a bit husky.
* * *
Amy had decided to go for it. She was going to play this game as much as she wished. She wouldn’t go too far, but she’d go somewhere. To hell with everyone.
She reached forward with both hands to work on Dan’s belt buckle. He quickly stepped back, out of her reach, so she stepped forward in turn.
“I’ll do it,” he said hastily, as if by doing so himself, and keeping her hands off of him, it would be okay.
Amy let her eyes rise up to look into his, giving him some sense of privacy, as he coolly unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.
“Is that all?” Amy asked coquettishly.
Dan hesitated, and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Amy tipped her head to the side, giving him a look that loudly repeated her question without making a sound. He hesitated just one moment more, then broke into a shy smile. She didn’t often see that expression on his face. He wasn’t the shy type.
“What the hell,” he said, clearly fighting his embarrassment.
A moment later, he tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slid them down and stepped out of them.
“Okay, now we’re even,” he announced.
Amy stepped back to admire him. She brazenly let her gaze fall down to his crotch. She smiled in satisfaction not only at the sight of his cock, but it’s excited state.
“You weren’t lying. You do think I’m hot,” she cooed, stepping back toward him.
She let one hand move toward his cock, fighting the conflicting urges to both grab it, and to stop this silly game, to turn and run into her room. It stood out in front of him, not quite straight forward, but actually arching upward, like a crescent moon. He stood perfectly still himself, now clearly confused and frightened.
She let one finger trace its outline, never touching it, simply moving down along the top of its length, around to the bottom, then again back toward her, beneath it. Next she formed a half circle with her fingers, to glide them along it, from base to tip and back, several times, as if stroking it, but all the while never, ever touching his flesh.
She looked up to see his eyes focused on her hand, watching her movements, just as hers had been helplessly focused on his delicious, forbidden cock.
* * *
Dan watched her hands moving over him. He was frozen in a combination of shock, anticipation and lust. This had all begun so quickly. He didn’t know how to deal with it, or if he should deal with it. Part of him screamed that he had to get dressed and hurry out the door, that Amy wasn’t herself. He needed to help her separate from all of this.
Another part of him, the stronger part, told him to let go. It told him to stop lying to himself, that he’d never wanted anything more than this. He’d never wanted any woman more than his big sister. He had never seriously considered it, but he had fantasized about it. He felt no shame there. She was beautiful, and he knew it, everyone knew it.
Anyway, so far, this was harmless. She had never touched him. They wouldn’t let it go that far. They couldn’t.
“I can’t touch you,” she said huskily, as if reading his thoughts. “But you have to show me how we would, if we could.”
He looked up to meet her eyes. He could play, too, he thought. He was the bold one. It was time to take charge.
Dan stepped forward, taking care to keep his erect cock from touching her belly. He lifted his open hands to place them behind her shoulders, as if pulling her to him. His hands hovered there, feeling the warmth of her in the thin air between his fingertips and her skin. She leaned forward toward him, until her nipples again hovered an eyelash away from of his own chest, straining to reach just a fraction further, to actually touch him.
He lowered his lips to stop just shy of hers. He let his lips slide ever so slightly up and down, left and right, much as he would if he were passionately moving his lips over hers, if they were actually kissing. He let one soft, warm breath escape from between his barely parted lips, letting it pass over hers, before pulling away.
He listened to her suck a long, deep breath in through her teeth. He let his hands almost caress her arms, taking a path down toward her hands. She looked down to one side, watching him glide over her. She lifted one hand up to meet his. Their hands hovered there, in space, almost together, almost touching, almost holding each other. Their fingers were almost intertwined.
They stood that way for a while, moving their hands in space, dancing around each other, exploring each other’s fingers in slow, sinuous motions, while almost, but not quite, caressing each other.
She smiled softly at him, a look of low simmering lust clear in her face. She stepped backwards toward her bedroom, keeping her hand near his. He hastened to follow, to keep their hands close together, as if she were pulling him with her into her room.
* * *
Once beside her bed, Amy let her hand fall away from his. She put one knee onto the mattress, to crawl on all fours up to her pillow. She knew he would watch her ass as she did it. She purposely made the entire motion as slowly, swayingly erotic as she could. Once she reached the center of the bed, she rolled smoothly onto her back, resting her head on the pillow to look over at her darling baby brother.
He stood there, for her, in his glory. His torso was well muscled, and almost clean of any chest hair. That was disappointing. She liked a little more hair to mark a man as firmly masculine. She looked down at his stiff cock, and decided he didn’t need it. He was more than masculine enough.
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